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My thrusts are quick, no rhythm whatsoever, just me chasing the pleasure that Kian has handed over to me on a silver platter.
“Tell me you love it. Tell me how much you love my cock in your ass,” I demand with a hard thrust.
He mewls, thrusting his hips back to meet mine. “I love it. I love your dick. I love you.”
My release bursts from me, like an atomic bomb going off and decimating everything in its path. Each pulse out of my dick has me moaning loudly, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down my cheek.
Fuck.
I knew sex with Kian would be earth-shattering, but the strong urge to cry is there, too. The strength of our combined releases flowing through me and breaking that last barrier of worry that I had.
“I love you, Kian.I love you. Yesterday. Today. Always,” I reaffirm to him, never wanting him to doubt my love and dedication to him.
CHAPTER 72
KIAN
My ass is sore, and the wet spot seeping through my jeans is as uncomfortable as it is hot. After Trent helped me get dressed, he carried me back to the truck. It was so freaking sweet, I almost died. But when my ass connected with the firm leather, I couldn’t hold back my flinch.
The guilt in Trent’s eyes while he fawned over me had me trying to contain my eye roll. I’m not fragile. I’ve had plenty of stuff up my ass. It’s just different when it’s something attached to an actual person.
He was so gentle and took his time prepping me. The stretch I felt from his fingers has my hole feeling empty now and begging to be filled again by him already.
Compared to some of the rough porn stars out there, I think Trent would make a great one. His thrusts, his body language, the way he kissed me. Our videos would be killer if we made content. People would be out of their minds with lust.
Once Trent has me situated, and himself situated, he looks at me with so much love that my fingers twitch with the need to touch the air and see if it’s tangible.
“So,” he starts, putting the truck in drive and carefully pulling away from the parking spot, taking extra care to avoid the potholes in the old lot.
I stare at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
“How was it?” The tips of his ears burn pink, matching the blush on his face.
A wide smile takes over my mouth seeing his bashful side. The man who had me folded in half like a lawn chair is acting shy now. It’s adorable.
I shrug my shoulders, hoping to come across nonchalant. “It was okay.”
“Oh… okay.” His eyes focused on the road slowly downcast, the air around us freezing with tension. I feel awful about the joke as soon as I see the sullen look on his face.
“I’m just kidding, Sunshine. It was perfect.Youwere perfect.” I lean across the console and kiss him on the cheek, feeling the rough stubble against my lips. “I love you,” I reassure him, pulling back and resting my head on his arm and twining my hand around his resting on the console. The need to touch him and be close to him pumps through me.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He furrows his eyebrows, alternating his attention from the road and then back to me.
Am I okay? I just got dicked down, amazingly I might add, in a park named after me. That my boyfriend bought for me. I think I’m doing better than okay.
“Trent, I promise. I’m okay. It was a dumb joke. That was…intense. Mind-blowing. It was extraordinary. Just like you.” I take a page out of his book, tracing symbols and words on the cords of muscles in his arms.
The drive to Mitch’s is faster than it should be, and my emotions… and my ass… are raw. I love Mitch, and I want to see him and spend time with him. It’s been constantly us over there, or him over at Trent’s. I know one day I won’t be able to useTrent as a buffer for the hard stuff, and the universe is giving me signs that today will probably be that day.
“Can we go home and shower before we go over to Mitch’s?” I ask. “I’d rather him not see the debris on us from our romp in the park.” And I’m not one to pass up on the opportunity of seeing Trent in the shower, completely naked, with his sleeve of tattoos on display for my eyes only.
“Yeah, but we’re in charge of dinner tonight. Mitch said it’s our treat, since we’re showing up late.”
I gape at him. “You told me that he knew and was okay with it,” I accuse.
“We were supposed to be there forty-five minutes ago. The only reason I know we’re on dinner duty now is because he sent memultiplemessages. I hate to tell you Freckles, but he knows exactly what we were doing.” Groaning, I thud my head against his arm, feeling his chuckle rumble. “It’s not the first time, or probably the last. At least he didn’t walk in on us.”
I cringe. “He has once, though. Do you not remember how traumatizing that was? I couldn’t look him in the eyes for two weeks. And he constantly made jokes.”
